“The mark physically stops them from leaving somehow?” “Not without the Herald’s permission. They give the missionaries permission to go out there to find new coals, like the one you came here with. Mary.” Unspeakable rage flooded me at the mention of her name. This was all her fault. All of it. And she had probably already left, taking my big grey beastie with her. God. My poor Gloam. I couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling right now.
